A Thousand-Year Journey Through the God of War

On the endless official road, three horses galloped wildly. The three riders were Murong Xue, Xiang'er, and Shangguan Yunlong. Having received news from Zhuque, Yueluo, and Yuesha, they had rushed to Wancheng overnight. Xiang'er, who was not good at riding, was worried about the safety of her beloved Dou Shen and spurred her horse to gallop ahead, finally entering Wancheng before sunset the next day. Wudi originally wanted to come along, but Fancheng could not be without a supreme expert to guard it. Therefore, even though he was dissatisfied, he ultimately stayed in Fancheng. Thus, Fancheng was guarded by twelve members of the War God Hall: Wudi, Xiaoxing, Heimei, Pojun, Tanlang, Qisha, Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, Xuanwu, Yueluo, and Yuesha.

Inside Wancheng, Xiang'er and Xiaoxue had just entered the prefect's mansion and, without even a moment's rest, began examining everyone's injuries. What they found was shocking: all those involved in the battle had been poisoned. Xiang'er immediately took a row of fine silver needles from her waistband and began treating each person individually. After nearly two hours of work, Xiang'er finally had a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow; her long dress was already soaked through. However, she didn't bother to change, and quickly pulled Murong Xue aside: "Xiaoxue, the poison they've been afflicted with has penetrated deep into their bone marrow. One or two acupuncture treatments won't completely cure them. Try using your zither music to see if you can expel the poison from their bodies." "Okay, Sister Xiang'er, I'll try." Murong Xue nodded. Not seeing Ying Ge, she was somewhat distracted, but for everyone's safety, she had to concentrate and play her zither with all her might.

In a secluded courtyard within the Wancheng Prefectural Governor's residence, Murong Xue sat upright, taking a deep breath, her jade-like hands gently caressing the strings of her zither. Nine people sat on the ground: Dou Shen, Wushuang, Ye'er, Na'er, Feng Xuexin, Ma Chao, Ma Yunlu, Ma Dai, and Pang De. They all sat cross-legged on cushions, lost in their own world as Xiao Xue's music began. Xiang'er, having changed her clothes, walked slowly into the courtyard, her hair flowing freely. She found Canglang, Tiannu, Xiaolian, and Shangguan Yunlong standing guard at the entrance. Xiang'er found a place to sit near the door, her faint fragrance wafting into their nostrils, instantly invigorating them and dispelling the fatigue of their previous guard duty. At that moment, they finally understood why Xiang'er was called Xiang'er. They also greatly admired Xiang'er's medical skills. Since she arrived in Xinye City, there had been no more intractable diseases. Moreover, in the past few years of war, no matter how badly wounded the soldiers and generals were, as long as their lives were not threatened, Xiang'er could pull them back from the brink of death. The row of precise silver needles and the row of exquisite daggers around her waist had saved countless lives of soldiers and generals, and countless ordinary people in Xinye City had benefited from Xiang'er's kindness. After all, she never charged any consultation fees, which was why the members of the War God Hall unanimously elected her as the vice president. As the saying goes, Qiao City has Hua Tuo, and Xinye has Xiang'er. At this moment, she had just finished washing up and was wearing a light green long dress, no longer her usual white coat. This made the group feel that Xiang'er's beauty was even more stunning than a lotus emerging from the water.

She sat quietly by the courtyard gate, her gaze fixed on the figure inside, eyes closed and meditating, peering through the window. Her gaze was tender yet worried, never wavering. A breeze ruffled her hair, and her heart was filled with longing: he had always been proud and unyielding, never showing weakness or vulnerability, yet today he was deeply poisoned, his breath faint. He must have endured an unimaginable and agonizing battle. The poison had seeped into his bones and veins, causing him excruciating pain. He was always so stoic, surely bearing all the suffering alone. In Xinye City, to protect the people, he had taken the fatal blow of his inner demons upon himself, nearly perishing. Now, his soul was still unrepaired, and he was afflicted with this deadly poison. Even she, from a technologically advanced era thousands of years in the future, possessing the title of China's foremost healer, could not completely eradicate the poison from the God of War and the others in a short time, leaving her beloved to suffer such excruciating pain.

Thinking of this, Xiang'er felt a slight sting in her nose, and a thin mist quietly welled up in her eyes, her heart filled with tenderness and unease. She silently prayed in her heart, hoping that the music would be effective, forcing out the remaining poison for him and protecting him from harm.

After an unknown amount of time, the music abruptly stopped. Xiang'er rushed into the house to administer a second dose of antidote to everyone. Xiao Xue emerged from the house, also drenched in sweat, and Xiao Lian quickly helped her to change. Because of her longing for Ying Ge, she hadn't been able to expel the remaining poison from everyone's bodies. Cang Lang and the others learned from Xiao Xue that even with her best efforts, she hadn't completely eradicated the poison from the nine people in the house. Xiang'er would need to continue treatment, but there was no need to worry too much, as the poison in their bodies was temporarily under control. Furthermore, since their constitutions and the severity of the poisoning varied, it wasn't impossible for some to heal on their own. Tian Nu angrily exclaimed, "The person who poisoned us is utterly despicable! So vile and vicious! I wish I could tear her to pieces!" Cang Lang sighed, "Even the Peerless War God fell for her trick. The poisoner's strength is beyond our capabilities." "Then we can't let this go unpunished, can we?" "We must avenge her, but this matter needs careful consideration," Cang Lang said helplessly. "I'll go back to Tianzhu Mountain in a while, firstly to see my master, and secondly to see if he has any antidote," Shangguan Yunlong said. Canglang nodded: "That's a good idea."

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The soldiers of Wancheng suddenly noticed the enemy attacking under the cover of night and shouted loudly. Immediately, the alarms of Wancheng sounded. A rain of arrows flew over the city walls, and then countless Cao soldiers began to charge towards the four gates of Wancheng. The soldiers who had been shouting were all killed by arrows. Then another wave of soldiers rushed up the city walls to provide support, but they could only hide behind the parapets. They knew that the people from the Temple of War would come to defend the city soon, so they were not worried at all.

Canglang and the others were shocked. Xiang'er had just finished removing the poison from Dou Shen and the other nine people, including Ma Chao, for the second time, and everyone needed to rest. At this moment, Murong Xue and Xiao Lian came out from the next room. She comforted them, saying, "Don't worry, with Yunlong here, I'll play the zither to help him! The three of you guard the other three gates, and the two of us will deal with the gate with the fiercest attack. Oh, and just transport all of Miss Feng's defensive weapons to the three gates you're guarding."

On the city wall of Wancheng, Murong Xue, dressed in pristine white, sat gracefully, her hair flowing freely. Her jade-like hands gently caressed the strings of her zither, and a captivating melody danced lightly between her fingertips, like a beautiful painting unfolding below the wall. She herself was the protagonist of this painting, breathtakingly beautiful and beyond compare. Below the city, Shangguan Yunlong stood solemnly, gripping the ancient divine weapon, the Dragon-Tiger Sword. Although he wore only light robes and armor, he still exuded a majestic aura, facing thousands of Cao Cao's soldiers, poised for battle.